Don't think it's to be my week

Don't think it's to be my week...

Yesterday at 7.45am I remembered I had 2 hours until my smear test. At least I remembered this time I had an appointment somewhere. Took children to school and Murray stood in a major mound of Dog Pooh! Why are there some dog owners who just don't care!?!? Brought said shoe home and bleurgh. I felt so ill and the house stank.

Today I took some work and was most miffed off when it got cancelled. The office phoned said nursery at 8.30am so why did it take them until 11am to say they didn't need me. Was so annoyed with them over that.

And now I have to go to Brownies and do bingo. It just isn't my sort of thing and could see it far enough. MIL couldn't come as she's at a funeral.

David kindly shared hiscold with Eilidh who just won't rest. I'm getting stressed that she will miss her dance show this weekend.

I think I need some KALMS to calm me down.